bleeds
upon the
altar
of humanity.

Flowing
down the streaked,
stained,
aged,
face.

Tumbling words
land upon
the
freshly
spattered
soul.

Wounded,
by grievous
joy.

Discovery,
well worn,
a deeply
rooted love
of the blood
stained canvas.

Generation
to the
next,
skipping
along
silky streams
of life-
eternal.